The most brilliant memories of my school days are about school.
We flaunt our youth wantonly and declare to the world our daily growth.
A girl wearing a white cotton skirt, a young man with a gentle smile.
Secret love happens to everyone, and secret love happens to everyone.
I just want to watch you quietly here, protect you, and bless you like the tranquil Qingming Platycodon.
On a rainy night, the young man holding an umbrella, his delicate hands, the gentleness reflected in the water, and the paper lanterns dyeing the night.
Stand here, I'll wait for you to go home.
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A new long-form story about Ice Emperor Phoenix-kun orz
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